Ying Zichen was still immersed in the sharp pain in his right hand, and he expected that Zhou Fuyao, who was humble and an ant in his eyes, would dare to make a direct move to the noble him. In his stunned eyes, Zhou Fuyao's fist grew bigger and bigger, quickly occupying his entire field of vision. Although he wanted to raise his strength to resist, he was painfully surprised to find that a soft feeling surged up and down his body, and he couldn't raise the slightest strength and true yuan.

What Zhou Fuyao just inspired was the thunder and lightning power of the thunder eel's origin, although this thunder and lightning power does not have an attack attribute, but it has a paralysis attribute. When Ying Zichen was defenseless, the thunder eel's thunder and lightning power paralyzed his body smoothly. Zhou Fuyao smashed a fist directly on Ying Zichen's right eye socket, and the power of this punch was very well controlled, and Ying Zichen's eyeballs turned black for a while because of the power of this punch, as if there were thousands of golden stars flashing in front of him.

"Ah...... How dare you ......," Ying Zichen yelled in pain. Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Fuyao's next attack had already arrived in front of his eyes.

"You shut up this stinky mouth of yours for me!" Zhou Fuyao's left hand brought a strong wind, and slapped on Ying Zichen's right face with a 'snap', and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth with two molars, and at the same time, his right face began to swell up like a steamed bun at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a purple sauce purple in the blue.

In Ying Zichen's right ear, there seemed to be thousands of bees flying with a 'buzzing' sound at this moment, his head was really blindfolded at this moment, this wild boy actually dared to beat him, a disciple of the Spirit Palace, in broad daylight, in the bazaar of Da Ying City. This is the territory of the Witch Palace. What made him feel even more humiliated was that he couldn't raise the slightest strength to resist at this time. can only let Zhou Fuyao beat him.

Zhou Fuyao was unforgiving, and his body was approaching Ying Zichen. The right fist hit Ying Zichen's belly directly. Now is the time to beat the water dogs, and he naturally will not let go of this opportunity. Ying Zichen flew up like a curled lobster in pain, and he felt like a river and sea in his entire stomach at this time, his intestines were knotted, and there was a painful colic as if he had been pulled out.

"Ahh It's incredible that you can resist even if you have a clavicle. The surrounding monks looked at Zhou Fuyao differently at this time. Originally, everyone thought that this was a performance that belonged to Ying Zichen, but now although Ying Zichen is still performing. But the contrast is too great.

There was also a hint of surprise on the faces of those Jin Lingwei, this is a disciple of the Spirit Palace, who was usually called a demon, but now he was beaten by a young monk who looked very ordinary. A strange smile rose on the face of the squad leader of the Golden Lingwei, and he secretly made a few gestures to the Golden Lingwei behind him. These subordinates of his naturally understood what their boss meant, which was to let them watch the excitement with peace of mind. Everyone was still in a dilemma, whether to step forward to stop Zhou Fuyao, but when they saw the boss's gesture, they all immediately extinguished the little thought in their hearts. looked lively with peace of mind, who told these Spirit Hall disciples to be dragged to the sky one by one, and they also looked triumphant in front of them.

Zhou Fuyao didn't care what kind of reaction the people around him had at this time, and beat Ying Zichen first. His left hand spewed out a stream of true yuan, and this true yuan wrapped Ying Zichen and inhaled it, and Ying Zichen's figure that flew out folded back.

"Ying Zichen, is there something wrong with your head? Let me enlighten you......" Zhou Fuyao sucked Ying Zichen to his side, and clenched his hands into fists at the same time. His feet also began to move rapidly, and his fists rained down on his sandbag-like body like raindrops from all around Ying Zichen.

Ying Zichen lost even the ability to scream at this time. The power of each of Zhou Fuyao's attacks was perfectly controlled, and each blow contained a trace of the power of the Thunder Eel's origin thunder and lightning, so that Ying Zichen could not lift a trace of the power of True Yuan all the time. Ying Zichen's face had already been distorted by the intense pain, and under the gorgeous robe that represented the identity of the disciple of the Spirit Palace, pieces of cyan bruises quickly condensed.

Zhou Fuyao threw hundreds of punches, and finally smashed on Ying Zichen's head, only then did he stop, and Ying Zichen also fell to the ground like a broken sack, and fainted directly.

"Zhou Fuyao, you actually dare to openly attack the disciples of the Spirit Hall of Daying City in Da Ying City, you don't want to tie my hands and arrest me, let me be tied up in front of the elders of the Bu Zhou Palace to ask for the guilt!" Zhou Juefeng, whose face had been changing, scolded Ying Zichen in his heart, and then pointed at Zhou Fuyao and shouted. Although Zhou Fuyao defeated Ying Zichen lightly, Zhou Juefeng wanted to weigh Zhou Fuyao's weight by himself.

"No, Zhou Juefeng, do you have a problem with your brain?" Zhou Fuyao looked at Zhou Juefeng with righteous words, a sneer appeared on his face, and then said, "Zhou Juefeng, if you hadn't sowed discord among them, it would have been absolutely impossible for this thing to happen, you are the one with the wolf's ambition, and if you want to ask for the guilt, you will also go to the elders of the Buzhou Palace to ask for the guilt!"

"Nonsense, nonsense! You actually ignored the orders of the Zhou Palace's master and fought in the big win city, I am going to teach you a good lesson now on behalf of the elders of the master!" Zhou Juefeng's face was righteous, as if he was the embodiment of justice at this time, and all the mistakes happened because of Zhou Fuyao. If it weren't for the fact that the people around him were all people who saw the end from the beginning, otherwise they would really be deceived by Zhou Juefeng who looked like this.

"It turns out that this is the style of your sect, you only know how to behave and oppress people everywhere with the power of the sect......" Zhou Fuyao looked at Zhou Juefeng's performance at this time, as disdainful as if he was looking at a clown.

"And Zhou Juefeng, you have to remember that I am not included in the genealogy of the Buzhou Palace at this time, and the rules of your Buzhou Palace cannot restrain me at this time. Zhou Fuyao stretched out his index finger and looked at Zhou Juefeng with a provocative expression while swinging his index finger. As long as Zhou Juefeng really dares to make a move, then he doesn't mind teaching Zhou Juefeng a good lesson.

"The kid has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, and what is black can be turned white by you, if you don't give me obediently tie up, when will it be!" Zhou Juefeng also knew that it was useless to keep talking, Zhou Fuyao's mind was like iron, and he couldn't be shaken by his words.

I saw a cyan quaint heavy sword with a width of ten fingers and a length of more than a zhang appeared in Zhou Juefeng's hand, and the long sword seemed to come to life in Zhou Juefeng's hand, and a layer of mysterious patterns floated on the surface of the long sword, and blue light gushed out from the heavy sword, jumping between these patterns.

"Boy, show your weapon, don't say I didn't give you a chance!" Zhou Juefeng held the sword in one hand, and the end of the heavy sword pointed at Zhou Fuyao.

"I hate you famous disciples the most, as if everything revolves around you, as if you are the master of this heaven and earth, as if you are the embodiment of justice...... Do you know how dirty your heart is?" Zhou Fuyao looked at Zhou Juefeng, who seemed to have everything in him, and only felt a wave of nausea, like a fly accidentally swallowed by him, which made him sick to his stomach.

"If you want to fight, you can fight, there is so much nonsense from there, it's enough to deal with your bricks!" The brick that had just been replaced by Zhou Fuyao with contribution points appeared in Zhou Fuyao's hand, Zhou Fuyao threw the silver brick in his hand a few times, looked at Zhou Juefeng with disdain and said. The size of the silver bricks was nothing to mention in front of the giant heavy sword.

"You ......" Zhou Juefeng's eyes narrowed into a slit, and his cold gaze stared at Zhou Fuyao's every move. He knew that Zhou Fuyao was definitely not easy to deal with, and he was able to beat Ying Zichen, who was in the body of Xuanyin, so lightly, no matter what he wanted, Zhou Fuyao was definitely a fierce enemy he had seen in his life, but who was he Zhou Juefeng afraid of, he was not the pride of the sky in the Zhou Palace, I don't know how many people who had cultivated stronger than him were now trampled under his feet, even if Zhou Fuyao was strong, it was just a stepping stone for him.

"Looking for a ...... death" Zhou Juefeng roared, and the layer of mystical patterns on the heavy sword spread from his right hand holding the long sword towards his body, instantly covering his entire body, this layer of cyan patterns seemed to be born on Zhou Juefeng's body, adding a lot of mysterious aura to Zhou Juefeng.

Zhou Fuyao's eyes were also condensed, the momentum on Zhou Juefeng's body was like a majestic mountain, although it did not burst out, but he felt the heavy momentum.

"This Zhou Juefeng still has two brushes, but he is more than one step stronger than this Ying Zichen. ”

Zhou Fuyao immediately judged from Zhou Juefeng's condensed momentum at this time, compared with Zhou Juefeng and Ying Zichen, this Ying Zichen's cultivation was definitely more than a step worse.

Zhou Juefeng didn't talk nonsense at this time, his whole body turned into a blue light, and he had already arrived in front of Zhou Fuyao, and the heavy sword set off a fierce wind and slashed towards Zhou Fuyao.

Zhou Fuyao's face changed slightly, the power of this sword is not weak, although the heavy sword did not break through the surrounding space, but the space strengthened by the spell was actually distorted by the power of this sword. But in the face of this sword, Zhou Fuyao did not dodge, but held the brick in his hand and directly greeted him. Although this brick did not leave the imprint of Zhou Fuyao's divine sense, it did not have the slightest problem with the transmission of the true yuan. The rolling true yuan in Zhou Fuyao's body was introduced into the silver bricks, inspiring a layer of silver light, the silver light was not rich, very thin, and inconspicuous in the sunlight.

"I actually want to turn my head with a piece like a Qingyun heavy sword to resist me, it's like a mayfly shaking a tree, I can't help myself!" Zhou Juefeng looked at Zhou Fuyao and actually came up directly with a small silver brick in his hand, the corners of his mouth showed a trace of ruthlessness, and the strength in his hand increased a few points, he wanted to use this sword to shatter Zhou Fuyao's wrist and make Zhou Fuyao a waste. (To be continued......)